Monthly Archives: August 2013

The birth, life, and death of the 3 penny open mic as interpreted by James Force. I have been attending this open mic almost every Wednesday night for the last year. It has been an inspirational, creative environment that encouraged … Continue reading →

They were off before the gun, so, I don’t know when the race started. The pack stampeded toward the finish. I waited patiently for the click-bang to blast my start, but the official didn’t bother. so many were already running. … Continue reading →

Drunkenly distracted by the melted Milkshake making art on the Redline’s floor. The inertial brush pushing the chocolate paint back and forth in front of me. It took 20 minutes for me to concede, there was no pattern and frankly, … Continue reading →

1. I have trouble talking with those I want to see naked. My mouth, a time machine, speaking as if we’re the elderly who never shied away from youthful orgies. Thus destroying the life in between until my teeth are … Continue reading →